Editor’s note: the following is a poem written jointly by the Herat writers of AWWP during a recent workshop in which each of the participants offered a sentence.
Herat is new life for me; I love Herat too much.
Herat means education.
It is memories of being alone, without people, and of being with many people.
Herat is hot chaos, opening my eyes in new ways
It is where I reach toward a successful life
It is new, welcoming, and endlessly fascinating.
Herat is a new, good change in my life.
It is the heaven where I live in peace
It is the sweet, smooth taste of shir yak ice cream as it touches my tongue
Herat is a start again for me.
Herat holds my life goals.
By the Herat Writers
Photo of Herat by Moslii